He Who Was Found In Chains, Set Free. | VII.

He who was found in chains, set free. | VII.

A/N: Another chapter ahead of us, and it's starting to get more to the plot of S4! Things will still continue to change, of course. And now I'm going to have to watch each episode as I write this to make sure it stays true RIP to me. Not as long as I would like it to be but more drama to come in the coming chapters

Hope y'all like it mwuah.

Can be found on AO3 here!

It’s been a month. The most excruciating month you’ve lived to date. Not the month that you were assaulted nearly every day in the damned house back in Gresit. Not the first month in particular that you were out alone in the woods fighting for your life against being found by the night creatures. Not even the month that you actually got caught by the night creatures. 

Nothing could prepare you for the absolute loneliness and misery you felt after being with Adrian for the last month. For the first week you cried every night, going as far as sneaking into his room (which took a while to figure out which one was his) and started sleeping on his bed, on his sheets. Now, you still sleep there, but you’ve learned to manage a bit better without him. It’s still hard, however it might have helped you prepare more for the outside world. Since he’s been gone you’ve had to  fend for yourself, and not in the normal way you normally would. You’ve had to go to the village alone to for fresh herbs and vegetables. On more than one occasion you’ve had to leave in the middle of shopping because your chest grew tight and you began to panic. You tried to console yourself in the same way Adrian would. Tell yourself it was okay, no one would touch you. Just like he did the time he came into your room. Like he did when he cradled your face in his hands. Like he did when your foreheads touched and he filled all of your senses. 

And now you were alone.

You continued to push the thoughts behind you, and went out to try and catch fish for dinner, which was fairly easy for you to do. You got very good and being on your own in the woods. You’ve grown so accustomed for cooking for two that sometimes you make too much, and you sigh frustrated with yourself. I’m wasting food you chastised yourself. But it was hard to break the habit, always wishing he would come back home. It never dawned on you what to call the feelings you’ve been having. You assumed it’s because he was protecting you from the outside world. And that he would always teach you how to read or teach you magic. Hell, you assumed you felt miserable because now you have to go out on your own to the market.

You wouldn’t think overwise. Even if you knew better.

Frustrated, you went back to the library like you have every night since he left to study more magic. 

-

Another month, and Alucard still wasn’t back. There’s no sign of his return, and you couldn’t help but feel nauseous. Maybe something happened to him, maybe he was terribly injured and he couldn’t make it back. Maybe he’s gone forever. 

Or, maybe he’s fallen in love, and ran away with his soulmate. 

That thought hurt you most of all.

You’d gotten quite good at magic now, within the two solid months of studying, along with the first month spent with Alucard. You started growing more out in the homestead, practically refusing to continue to go to the market. The herbology you’ve learned, infused with magic, has come in handy. You’ve been able to recreate certain plants for your benefit, being more self-sufficient than before. You’re also learned how to almost entirely heal the lacerations on your body. Some remained, deemed too deep for your restorative magic to do the trick without you passing out. And you’ve tried, wanting to get rid of any and all markings of the wretched man in Gresit. You’ve also grown some flowers just for the decoration of it all. 

Along with your loneliness came productivity. You started tidying up the castle as best you could. The large holes weren’t something you could ever dream of patching up on your own, but for the most part you did take care of any debris, dusting that needed to be done around the rooms, and organizing the cellar as best you could. There were many broken bottles strewn about, but you wanted more than anything for Alucard to return to a clean home. Your heart still aches every time you think of him, but it was more bearable. 

One day you’ve decided to traverse to the Belmont Hold, looking on all the knowledge of killing monsters and whatever else bumps in the night. It was centuries of books, tips and tricks, even more magic of different variety. You’re not sure why it took you so long to explore down there, almost as if it was an invasion of privacy. It was Trevor’s things, you mused, why would you feel comfortable going down there? But as time went on, you wanted to learn more, so you continued to go down and read up on monster killing knowledge. Some things were easy to read, others difficult, some downright impossible for you. You had even found some books in different languages, and other books to help translate those books. Overall you became a sponge, passing the time with your studies and notetaking (you had run out of paper in the first four journals Alucard had gotten you, only one left). You felt more comfortable than ever knowing you can defend yourself a bit better, if you ever had to. 

You hoped you never had to. 

But in any case, you could. 

-

“Hello? Earth to Alucard?” 

Alucard blinked, looking over to Trevor as if he hadn’t just been daydreaming about lord knows what? “What is it, Belmont?” He already sounded disgruntled. Pay more attention.

“You haven’t heard a single damn word I’ve said, have you?” He deadpanned. 

“No, I usually don’t, since you never have anything good to say anyways.”

The two men stare at each other for a moment, before breaking out in small chuckles. Sypha sighed, shaking her head with a smile.

“I think that wraps up as much as we needed...we can continue on our own after tonight. You can get back to your friend in the morning.” Sypha mused, sneaking a glance over to Alucard to see if she’s gotten a rise out of him. 

His brow twitched, and a slight curve of the lips to a frown. But otherwise, he stayed stoic as always. 

But of course Trevor wouldn’t let it go. 

“Seriously who is she? And why does she call you Adrian?” 

“Outside of the obvious reason that it is my name?” Alucard rebutted. “She...she was escaping from the night creatures one night. Came across the castle, passed out on my doorstep. She’s been there since.”

“And you didn’t kick her out?” An elbow from Sypha to Trevor’s ribs and an oof following.

“No...I didn’t.” He didn’t continue.

The last two months have been just as excruciating for him as it’s been for you. He wanted nothing more than to return home to you, whatever that meant he wasn’t ready to digest yet. He wondered if you’ve been doing alright. He wondered if you’ve gone out to the market or if you completely gave up and started starving yourself, or going back to eating the same way you did before you showed up at his door. He frowned to himself at the thought.

He wondered if you were still there at all. Wondered if you stopped waiting for him. 

He thought of you throughout his sleepless nights. Thought of you as he fought night creatures. He thought of you...just because. He didn’t want to talk about you with the others, didn’t feel comfortable doing so. He didn’t know how he felt, or what he was feeling -- and Trevor would be more insufferable than normal if he ever caught wind of anything. He just knew that after tonight he’d be able to go back home to you.

Or, just to be back home. Because it was his castle.

--

The morning came, and he bid his friends farewell, wishing them all the best on their travels (Sypha) along with a middle finger (Trevor) before he set off on his own. It was a long travel, perhaps a few days on foot. Easier if he could get his hands on a horse. But until then he’d simply go along, stopping at any towns for shelter if needed. But by the time the third night came, and he was so close to being back, he found a horse trotting along in the same direction of the castle with a dead rider. He took the horse by the reigns, and saw a letter in the hands of the rider. It was directed at him. Well, The Alucard. Hate that. Alucard read it over, and gripped tightly.

He was needed at Danesti. 

He wanted to be selfish, he really did. He wanted to wish them good luck on their own and simply go back home and see how you’ve been all this time. But he just...couldn’t. It went against all the good in him, and as agonizing as it was for him, he took himself back into the direction of Danesti.

I’ll be back home soon, I promise.

-

He had made it to Danesti in the knick of time, saving the villagers from a terrible fate with the night creatures that had made their way to the village. Alucard had rode into battle until he lunged off the back of the horse, practically flying through the air with shield in hand and magical sword by his side, landing on the back of the monster and ripping back its head until there was a crunch of bone snapping, breaking its neck while his sword plunged into the back of another. He unsheathed his sword from the now very dead monster and continued to steadily fight the third, fourth, and fight night creatures. With the first one in his sights down, he glanced over to the other two that had started making their way to the villagers armed with pitchforks. One had turned its back on them, attacking Alucard with all its might. It turned out to be a strong opponent, almost boxing Alucard with its sharpened claws. He maneuvered around it fairly easily, although it was avoiding each sword thrust Alucard had attempted. Finally, he was able to get a clear shot and sliced half its head off, brain exposed and plopping on the ground.

Now just one left.

Alucard plunged his sword into the heart of the creature he had just defeated and stepped up on it, using all his might to smash the head of the last night creature with his shield ending the fight. He walked over to the townspeople.

“You sent me a letter?”

A woman smiled at him. “Yes, welcome to Danesti.”

“I presume it’s seen better days.”

“Quieter ones. I’m Greta, the village headwoman.”

“Call me Alucard. No ‘the’.”

He continued on to inform Greta that ‘Marius’, the rider, in fact did not survive the trip. “He was attacked en route and bled out from his wounds. His horse carried him the rest of the way with your message in his hand.”

They continued on with the conversation on what’s been happening to the village, how they’ve barely been surviving, how Alucard happened to be the only advantage Greta could think of. Even though he ‘reeks of wine’. After her what he would deem dramatic speech, Alucard spoke.

“All done?”

“Did it work?”

“Yes.”

Greta smirked. “Then I'm all done. Thank you. And that was one hell of an entrance.”

-

Conversations continued, along with quite the annoying man known by the name Saint Germaine. It was a back and forth of what would happen with the village, as more survivors from different towns along the way poured in. And then Saint Germaine opened is fucking mouth again.

“Perhaps, just until we all find out what’s going on, perhaps the remaining persons in your charge might be moved to a more secure location, like, uhm... your castle.”

Alucard gasped, and then turned to him with practically a growl. And then he stopped to think about it again. And groaned. 

“And God shits in my dinner once again. Oh, no, I really am turning into Belmont. Is life even worth living now?” Dramatic.

And then he thought of you. How would you take to having entirely too many strangers in your presence once again? He couldn’t imagine you’d be very happy with him. But...he couldn’t leave them all defenseless like this. 

Oh Goddamn it.

Number 6 stuck in the wall with adrian tepes!

I've never seen that done with him before!

A/N: wait I had so much fun writing this lmao. I don't ever really think about stuck in the wall as a trope but damn it's good. Anyways here's the drabble and I hope you like it mwuah.

CW: doggy, pet names, smut

Stuck in the wall x Adrian Tepes

"Oh fucking hell!" You groaned, trying to concentrate enough to get yourself out. You were stuck in quite the predicament—literally. Recently today, you'd learn a fun new spell that would let you move through walls —almost like your body on an anatomical level vibrated so quickly it let you pass through solids. You were having the time of your life once you learned to control it, jumping in and out of rooms throughout the castle keeping you entertained for hours. It was fun enough, with Adrian being out for the majority of the day helping the village people, it kept you busy. But you got reckless. You started going too quickly through the walls, foot catching on a rug in between walls and you came tumbling down. You braced yourself for impact except it didn't come in the form of a flat surface colliding with your face, no that would be too easy. It came in the form of whiplash as you accidentally trapped yourself within the wall, top half of your body in one room while the bottom half of your body was out in the hallway. And you were alone. "Fuck!" You groaned, trying your hardest to remember the incantation. But you were too fucking frustrated to remember anything at this point. Thank God you had least had the sense to open the door as a just in case. You hated that you needed it.

"What interesting wall decor I seem to have stumbled upon." A familiar voice teased with a hint of a chuckle. This is not how you wanted him to find you. "Adrian, please, I've embarrassed myself enough" you groaned, face heating up out of shame. "You know I'll need a story here darling" you huffed, and told him the series of unfortunate events that led up to you being stuck in the wall. "please, can you read me the spell so that I can get myself out of here?" There was silence, and at first you thought maybe he had left to go and get the book. But then it took a smidge too long. ".... Adrian?" You waited again, before you felt a hand caressing your ass. "I could" he started "but what do I get out of it?" More teasing.

"You cannot be serious right now." Was he being serious?

A light tap to your cheek. "I could help you get out. But that wouldn't be fun would it?" Oh, he was being serious.

"Adrian, honey" you tried to reason "I'll go down on you after you get me out if that's what you want." A pause. And then a hum. And then another, harder smack. "That's not what I want. I think I want you like this." You squirmed under his touch, bracing your hands on the wall as if you would be able to get out. "Adrian.." you breathed out. "Will you let me sweetheart? I promise I'll help you get out...just let me have fun yeah?" You nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see you before feeling another smack and you yelped. "Words, baby." "Y-yes, yes Adrian."

His hands started peeling back your pants and underwear, making it a point to drop them slowly. As he pushed them further down he blew on your tight cunt, hearing you gasp from the other side and seeing you rubbing your thighs together. He landed on his knees as your clothes dropped into the floor, not bothering to take them off your ankles. "Look how messy you already are" he cooed, using two fingers to spread your lips apart, seeing you clench. You whimpered, too embarrassed to speak. Adrian always got you so wet so quickly, ready to take him at any point. "Don't worry baby, I got you." And with that he dipped his tongue deep into your cunt. You cried out in pleasure, already trying to fuck back on his tongue to no avail —you really were stuck, after all. His tongue traveled from out of your pussy to tease your clit, before latching his lips on. He moaned around you, loving the way you tasted.

"Adrian!" You gasped, knees buckling from how good he was eating you. He practically made out with your cunt, slapping your ass every now and again. Two fingers teased the entrance of your hole as his tongue flicked the sensitive nub. The thickness and length of his fingers stretched you out deliciously, feeling him immediately finding that spongy part that had you seeing stars. "Will you come for me? I want to taste you" he nearly growled, and you can only imagine how wild he looked right now. It made you gush around his digits. You trembled and clenched around him, inching closer to release. "ah, ah, ah fuck don't stop. Please Adrian don't stop, pleasepleaseplease—" you sobbed, your lover not easing up his brutal pace. One more suck to your clit and you practically screamed on the other side of the wall, tumbling over the edge and riding out the intense wave of your orgasm.

He was ruthless, though, not giving you enough time to catch your breath before you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. "You tasted divine, pretty girl, but I need to feel you fully" the pet name caused a shiver throughout your entire body. "please, Adrian, I need it" you hiccuped, trying to wiggle your hips as best you could. "aww, how can I let my sweet girl down?" He taunted, pushing between your folds and not stopping until his hips pushed against your ass. You both moaned, already dizzy with pleasure. He pulled back to tease your nub for just a moment before shoving himself back in at a brutal pace. His balls heavy with cum slapping against your clit and stimulating you more. "fuck darling, you feel so good" he praised, a hand slapping harshly on your ass before squeezing and spreading your cheeks. His other hand braced on the wall, almost as if he wanted to hover over you. "Your pussy is so good"

You cried, babbling over how good he felt inside of you. His hand gripped at your hips, giving him purchase to continue to slam himself into you. A creamy ring formed around his cock, and the squishy sounds reverberated throughout the halls. You would be embarrassed how sopping wet you are if it didn't feel so fucking good. "you're so wet, such a good girl, all for me" Adrian mumbled to himself, looking at the juncture where his hips met yours. He couldn't contain himself longer, and brought his free hand around to rub at your clit. "fuck, Adrian!" You squeezed him, feeling your second orgasm build up quickly. "Come on, love, give me one more " he groaned, slamming himself to reach even deeper inside you. You didn't even have time to brace yourself before your juices covered both your thighs, trembling and shaking for the second time as you came around his dick. That was enough to throw him over the edge and you felt his hot cum spurting deep inside you, cock twitching in your pussy. Adrian fucked his cum into you with a few more thrusts before ceasing his movements. All that was heard was panting throughout the hallways, both of you spent. "Fuck, that was good" he panted, pulling out and seeing his cum ooze out of your pretty puffy pussy. "Yeah," you agreed, breathless. "Yeah it was."

You pause.

"But really Adrian get me out of here."

How would Alucard react when his wife give birth to his son?

Ohhh Alucard really deserves better so giving him a happy family feels really nice ~

-   His prime aim is to ensure that everything goes smoothly and as it should. He has never been present at a birth before and so he doesn’t really know what’s going on no matter how many books he reads. He knows what is going to happen, but he is still shook from the sight of it. His baby wife is so fragile, how is she is going to push out an entire baby?

 -   Is not ready for the contractions. When they first start, light and not very often, he feels prepared. He has the bath ready, the midwife waiting, towels and clothes placed on the side of the bed. But then they suddenly hit hard and he never heard his wife scream so loud. He knew it would be painful, but so painful? He is a total mess. He wants to ease her pain but he doesn’t know how. He is not even sure it is possible. He is confused and just stands there, trying to calm his wife down, when the midwife takes him by his arm and tells him to either suck it up or leave.

 -  He is seriously shocked by how calm the midwife is. His wife looks like she’s about to die and she says that everything is alright? After this he definitely reconsiders the women’s strength.

 -  As I headcanon the pregnancy being complicated due to the supernatural child in the womb, the wife is already exhausted from the long months that literally sucked the life out of her. She knows it’s the last, final push, but she really doesn’t have much energy and she probably breaks in the middle of the birth, crying from pain. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you can’t really prepare for something like that. You can be present at many births, you can read as many books and ask as many questions from the midwife as possible, and still be caught off guard. It literally is something she just needs to live through. And she will, as ALucard is watching her state closely.

 -  Alucard will probably prepare few herbal potions that will ease the pain but they are rather weak as something stronger can affect the child and they don’t want even the slightest possibility of this.

 -   He tries to be the best emotional support to his wife. Holds her hand, even though sometimes she is about to break it, helps her steady her breathes, so she doesn’t fall off the rhythm. He also does whatever is asked of him by the midwife. He trusts her completely and if she tells him to fetch something, he is going to get it in the matter of seconds.

 -  Probably, if Sypha and Trevor visit the castle, Sypha helps as well, watching for Alucard’s wife’s energy levels to stay consistent. She keeps the temperature in the room warm enough for the wife to feel comfortable and as relaxed as possible, while also tending to the requests of the midwife. Trevor, on the other hand, tries not to disturb everyone by going to the furthest library. He is so shocked to hear the cries even there that he loses his breath and just stares at the window. What the fuck was that, is it really that painful?

 -  When the baby is finally born, the first person to hold him is the midwife. Alucard impatiently glances over her shoulder, remembering his features, but too afraid to ask to hold him. His wife just did the most amazing job at giving birth to this little bun and he wants her to be the first one after the midwife to hold him.

 -  Lies next to his wife, as everyone leaves the room, kissing her on the forehead and thanking her for the most precious gift she has ever given him. His eyes turn teary but I doubt he will let a tear slip out. Maybe later, when no one is watching.

 -  His heart is filled with love and admiration for his wife. She just did a true miracle and blessed him with a son. Probably the happiest day of his life. He remembers all the hardships of the pregnancy and while he holds his son tightly in his arms, quietly singing a lullaby, he thinks that at the end it was definitely worth it. He is determined to not make the same mistakes as his parents and let this happily ever after slip out of his hands.

- Mod Bichok

Alucard deserves many hugs

Calming down Alucard during a breakdown. Having him comfortably snuggled against reader's chest while a warm quilt cover them both, and she just rubs his back and lets him cry on her :(((((

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , alucard

› ..a lovers comfort. — I LOVE YOU SM TYSM FOR THIS!! also so sorry its so short anon </3

Perhaps your touch was not enough to calm him, but you held him nonetheless. Your arms cradled his head to your chest, chin upon his head as a heavy quilt lay upon your bodies. He was cold, terribly so, but the heat of your supple flesh gave him comfort.

His tears stained your nightgown, seeping through to your breast. His arms held you tight, wrapped around your waist as his shoulders shook. A hand was entangled in his hair, the back of his head cradled by your palm. Your other hand rest between his scapulas, rubbing a soft, tender touch into his skin.

“Shhh.” You murmured, pressing a long kiss to his crown.

The weather weeped with him, rain pelting on the windows of the castle, thunder booming to echo his soft gasps. The sky lit a few times, illuminating a stormy blue sky. You knew he would apologize a thousand times the next morrow, asking for forgiveness that he did not need. He was a silly, silly man sometimes. He asked for your pardons of silly things, apologizing for ruining your nightdress with his tears, apologizing for his vulnerabilities.

But none of that made you hate him. None of that made you love him any less.

When he craved your comfort, you gave it to him. When he needed your touch, you gave it to him. When he wanted anything, you were there to offer it to him. For a thousand years he could be selfish, asking for your undivided attention, for your constant comfort, for your tender touches; and you would deliver. No words were needed to comfort his tears, only your warm, soft touches. Through his cooler temperature, your fingers sent heaps of warmth through his body, full of a lovers comfort.

kinktober 39 and alucard bcs he defo would

A/N: omg he absolutely would body worship his beloved are you kidding me. Thank you for the req and I hope you like it mwuah

CW: smut, oral (f! recieving), pet names (sweetheart, darling, love, etc)

Alucard x body worship!

“Absolutely stunning...” He whispers, trailing kisses down your body. “You’re radiant, my love..you’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.” You’d been feeling quite self-conscious about your body recently, hiding behind larger pieces of clothing than normal so that you didn’t have a shape. You would inch away from Adrian, always making excuses as to why you didn’t want to be intimate with him. When he found out why you’d been feeling more distant from him, he wouldn’t have any of it.

He gave extra attention to your hips, your stomach, your thighs, anything that you’d been trying to hide from him. “Look how gorgeous you are” he cooed, grazing his teeth on your thighs. He bit and suckled hickies across your thighs, kissing each small bruise he left behind as an apology, (he wasn’t sorry). Slowly, Alucard parted your thighs while looking deep into your eyes. “Don’t hide from me, darling, please....you’re so perfect.” He begged, dipping lower and licking a stripe across your slit. Your breath hitched, hands clawing at the bedding underneath you. “Alucard..” You whined, attempting to close your legs but he pried them open and kept them there. “Sweetheart, no no no keep those beautiful legs open for me.” 

Alucard took a deep breath in, breathing in your scent with a gutteral moan. He could get pussy drunk off your scent alone. “You smell fucking divine.” He groaned, before dipping his tongue deep inside your weeping cunt. You cried out a gasp, arching your hips towards him. Alucard pressed kisses on your pussy, licking and slurping your wetness. He was messy, practically making out with your cunt as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “I could be in between your legs for hours.” He mumbled against you, nearly clawed hands gripping at your thighs that kept trying to crush his head between them (he really wouldn’t have minded that anyways). “Alucard, p-please..I’m so close..!” You whined, humping his face as he continued to suckle your clit. He pulled away for a minute, continuing to stimulate you with a thumb pressed against your clit. “Tell me what I want to hear, sweetheart.” He whispered, kissing your thighs as he waited. 

You were embarrassed to say the least, covering your face with your arm while you continued to lift your hips in hopes for more. “Alucard, please.” You whimpered. Alucard stilled while he waited. “Look at me, tell me what I want to hear baby.” 

You glanced at him, “I’m..I’m beautiful. I deserve love.” You teared up speaking, and whimpered when Alucard sped up on rubbing your clit. “Exactly darling, you’re beautiful, you’re gorgeous, “ He slipped two fingers into your weeping cunt curling upwards and hitting you just right. “You’re so perfect, I can’t get enough of you.” You tried to hold back a cry, tears slipping down your face. “Go ahead, love, cum for me, show me how beautiful you are when you cum on my fingers.” He latched his mouth on you one last time and it sent you tumbling over the edge in ecstasy. 

Alucard worked you through your orgasm until you pushed him away with overstimulation. Slowly, he crawled up your body with more kisses before he planted a loving and passionate kiss on your lips. 

“If you ever forget how beautiful you are, I’ll always be there to remind you.”

Alucard going yandere over trevors sister and yandere big brother trevor trying to keep him away from her?

Things were tense around the campfire lately, and it was all your fault.

Trevor, and by extension, you, had a duty to stop Dracula, and so did Alucard. But Trevor didn’t like Alucard. Alucard wasn’t fond of Trevor, either. That might have been bearable, if you hadn’t been a factor. Because Alucard seemed to like you.

It wasn’t obvious. He hadn’t tried to put his hands on you, and he hadn’t been vulgar, both problems you’d faced growing up. But he talked to you, and he just…he hovered, almost as much as Trevor.

Trevor, in turn, hated it, and went out of his way to never leave you alone, smothering you.

You hated all of that.

Being pulled between them, like you had no autonomy…

Sypha was a welcome reprieve, until both Trevor and Alucard stepped between you and your only friend.

Sypha protested, loudly, but they’d talked to her, out of your hearing, and she stopped.

So you were caught between a rock and a hard place.